Fuck her brain out

They start on a sleek massage bench, the blonde already wet from his fingers. She opens wide for him, taking him deep in her mouth, her lips slick, saliva dripping down his shaft. He stands over her, steady as a machine, and she works him with greedy little moans. Bob fucks her next. No warm-up. Just a hard, steady pace that makes her come fast and loud, her legs shaking around him. The room fills with her cries. Her body pulses around his cock, but he doesn’t stop. He flips her again and again, taking her from every angle until her thighs are soaked and the bench creaks beneath them. When he finally pulls out, she drops to her knees. He strokes once and finishes across her face, thick streaks landing on her tongue, her cheeks, her lashes. She looks up, dazed, with his cum dripping from her chin.